‎the Dress Code Of A Sinner Poem by Prabir Gayen

‎the Dress Code Of A Sinner

‎The Dress Code of a Sinner
‎ Prabir Kumar Gayen

‎What is the dress code of a sinner?
‎Wearing awkward hat with borrowed
‎rope from other ancient book,
‎Stolen page with broken words,
‎Not cloth like normal human beings
‎With sword in hand to drink
‎blood of pure creed,
‎Blind in faith with dark agents
‎that his truth alone may breathe
‎while others must choke into silence.

‎Arrogant like a crow wearing
‎rotten and filthy dress,
‎wraps fear around his waist,
‎killing innocent is his bravery,
‎ties obedience like a noose
‎and calls it faith.

‎His prayers smell of conquest,
‎Crying like dark pigs in filthy lake,
‎his devotion thirsts for destruction,
‎Who is he - the brutal beast,
‎who labours to burn every altar
‎except the one that feeds his
‎sinful ego,
‎whose religion is only sin
‎wearing a borrowed halo?

‎He is the artisan of ruin,
‎the missionary of hatred,
‎the cleric of annihilation
‎who mistakes domination for God,
‎God the very word itself is an illusion
‎As his God is a killer of innocent human beings, supporter of rapist and criminals
‎As he kills in His Name.

‎What is the enemy of humanity?
‎Not belief, not scripture, not God,
‎but the shadow of sin
‎pretending to be religion,
‎where conscience is outlawed
‎and cruelty is crowned divine.
‎The thief can not take real essence
‎When they steal messages from other religious book.


‎These are the beastly ones,
‎upright in pretence,
‎feral in soul,
‎living behind the shadow of illusion,
‎where blood becomes pathway,
‎and suffering becomes proof,
‎They enjoy licentuous happiness
‎Snatching property from others.
‎The brutal Sinners in the robe of Religion.


‎They kiss the book,
‎then destroy the living word,
‎In the name of God do sex
‎With multiple concubine
‎Then speak of heaven
‎while manufacturing hell.

‎They invoke the sacred
‎only to silence Love and compassion,
‎O world, remember this:
‎Where love is absent, God is absent.
‎Where compassion dies, religion collapses.
‎And where another's destruction
‎is called holiness,
‎sin has found its finest costume.
‎The sinner's dress code
‎is not what he wears in and out
‎but what he refuses to feel.

‎@Prabir Gayen
‎1/1/26/6: 34 PM.


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